(Intro)
Yeah… uh
1995 vibes
From the basement to the skyline
Turn the speakers up
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(Verse 1)
Back in the lab with a pen and a pad,
Boom bap drums make the neighbors mad,
Fat laces tied, got the brim low tilt,
Spit truth to the youth, every line hand-built.
Crate diggin’ deep in the dust for the break,
Vinyl crackle snap when the needle awake,
Streetlight flicker on the corner where we dwell,
Every block got a story that the rhythm gon’ tell.
Timbs on the pavement, echo in the night,
Cipher get tight when the mind ignite,
No glitter, no gimmick, just a mic and a dream,
Blueprint raw like a Wu-Tang scheme.
Graffiti on the train roll by so quick,
Spray-can art make the whole world sick,
From the stoop to the roof where the bassline roam,
Every borough feel it when the kick hit home.
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(Hook)
Boom bap, bring it back, let the record spin,
From the block to the top, let the real begin,
Head nod steady when the beat drop low,
We livin’ that ‘90s life, let the whole world know.
Boom bap, no cap, just the rhythm and flow,
Underground sound make the system blow,
Hands in the sky when the DJ scratch,
Back to the golden era — can’t nobody match.
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(Verse 2)
Cassette tape hiss in the Walkman deck,
Rewind that line ‘cause the rhyme too fresh,
Cypher in the park with the benches worn,
Spit fire ‘til the early morn’.
Baggy jeans sway with the rhythm we ride,
Truth in the booth, never switch our side,
Every bar like a brick in the wall we build,
Culture so deep that the soul get filled.
From Queens to Compton, respect get shown,
Every city got a king on the throne,
But it’s unity first when the snare drum crack,
Peace to the DJs bringin’ soul right back.
No auto-tune zone, just breath control,
Heart in the verse, let the passion roll,
We don’t chase fame, let the fame chase us,
All we need is a mic and a little bit of trust.
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(Hook)
Boom bap, bring it back, let the record spin,
From the block to the top, let the real begin,
Head nod steady when the beat drop low,
We livin’ that ‘90s life, let the whole world know.
Boom bap, no cap, just the rhythm and flow,
Underground sound make the system blow,
Hands in the sky when the DJ scratch,
Back to the golden era — can’t nobody match.
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(Outro)
So when the vinyl spin and the lights stay dim,
And the bassline hit like a streetwise hymn,
Remember the roots where the culture grew,
‘90s in the heart — forever true.
Yeah…
Boom bap never die.
Steven30
